A job well done - sort of...

HM Revenue has my paperwork. They owe me just a little. Not enough to make the process worth it but enough to give one the satisfaction of being a good citizen and 'beholden to no man' These sorts of deadlines should happen to me more often. Not because I'll get anything done with a week to spare and then walk around proudly like the dog with two wotsits. I'll get it done 'just' in time like I always do.

A looming deadline for a tax return gives rise to many other unexpected improvements in one's lifestyle and environment. I will always find a hundred other things that want doing first. I tidied - nay scrubbed - my office. I went through the shelf in the bathroom and binned all those old razor blades and bits of soap. I tuned my mandolin. Finally I offered a desperate prayer to God in the realization that I was living a lie. I am indeed a lazy, self-sabotaging shit. So I sat down with the relevant papers and got the sucker done.

Now that my tax return is filed I really don't care if my desk is messy. The day seems brighter - there are a million things for a clergyman to do on his day off.